"It was him!"
After giving it some thought, Rorschach finally remembered who the guy listed in the file as "Chris Bradley" was.
He turned out to be an old comrade of Wolverine, Logan.
He had once worked under Stryker alongside Wolverine, Sabretooth, Ghost, Meatball, and others, doing some shady business.
But for some unknown reason, he had later left Stryker just like Wolverine had. He secluded himself in an Amusement Park and used his abilities to scam people for a living.
In the end, things apparently did not go well for him. It seemed he was killed by Sabretooth.
Was this the person he was going to recruit this time?
But this guy's ability did not seem all that powerful.
He could control electric currents, but judging from what he had shown in the movie, he could only charge a powerless elevator or make an unplugged light bulb glow. That was all.
He had not displayed even the slightest bit of combat ability.
"Rorschach, is there a problem?"
Erik's voice rang out as he watched Rorschach from the side.
Although Rorschach was somewhat worried they might find a corpse, there was no way he could say something like that aloud.
Rorschach immediately shook his head. "No problem."
"Good! Go back and get ready. We leave in half an hour!" Erik nodded at Rorschach, pushed open the door, and walked out of Charles's office.
"Charles, if there's nothing else, I'll head back too." Rorschach stood up as well.
"Rorschach, after everything I told you earlier, aren't you curious what kind of enemy we're dealing with?"
Charles glanced at Rorschach and asked leisurely.
For someone with psychic abilities like Charles, most people had very few secrets in front of him.
Even when he did not deliberately read someone's memories, he could still sense their emotions.
But for some reason, Charles discovered that his abilities were completely ineffective against Rorschach.
Charles had no idea what Rorschach was thinking.
"I'll naturally find out when it's time, won't I?" Rorschach smiled, said nothing more, and got up to leave as well.
Charles could not help sighing inwardly. Though Rorschach was very young, he was far more composed than Charles had imagined.
It seemed some matters really could be entrusted to him.
Shaw's activities were becoming more and more frequent, but Shaw happened to have a psychic by his side who could completely block Charles's senses.
That meant the Mutant Growth Accelerator was completely useless against Shaw. Charles could only work with the CIA and investigate through conventional means.
It was a long-term and complicated task. Combined with several other matters, Charles truly found himself stretched too thin.
If Rorschach had heard Charles's thoughts, he definitely would have laughed out loud.
Composed, my ass. He simply already knew who Charles was going after.
"Hey, Rorschach!"
Back at the apartment.
Several mutants playing cards in the lounge all turned and greeted him.
"Rorschach, what did Erik call you over for?"
Raven tossed out a card from her hand, craning her neck as she looked at Rorschach and asked.
"To find someone. I think we might have another new companion soon." Rorschach had nothing to hide.
"Really? I wonder what kind of person will come this time."
"That's great! Did we find another mutant?"
Hearing that someone else was joining them, everyone present was quite excited.
After all, mutants and ordinary people were, strictly speaking, practically two different species. The sense of belonging among their own kind was like meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land.
It was something words could not express.
And Rorschach was also a mutant, which meant he was naturally on the opposite side from those ordinary people.
"Rorschach, why are you the one going?" the tattooed girl asked strangely, with a hint of jealousy in her voice.
They had all arrived at roughly the same time, so why did Erik and the others treat Rorschach so differently?
Was it just because Rorschach was strong?
I can fly, and I can spit corrosive liquid too!
"Maybe Erik needs a driver."
Rorschach shrugged, said nothing else, and headed straight back to his room.
He changed clothes and tidied himself up a little. By then, it was almost time.
Rorschach met up with Erik.
"Erik!"
"Rorschach!"
After exchanging brief greetings, they each got into the car and set off toward their destination.
"Rorschach, can I ask you something?"
On the road.
Erik casually turned the steering wheel and seemingly glanced at Rorschach without much thought.
"Of course. What do you want to ask, Erik?"
Naturally, Rorschach did not refuse. In fact, he was also curious what Erik wanted to ask him.
"Do you think humans and mutants can truly understand each other and live together?" Erik opened with an extremely pointed question.
"Charles believes they can."
"And you?"
"I don't know."
Rorschach shook his head.
He was still a child, at least in Erik's eyes. Naturally, he would not have any profound insights into such a deep question.
"But look at the Black people and ethnic minorities living in America. They still have not been truly accepted. I think that even if Charles's vision can be realized, there is still a long road ahead."
"Why ask?"
"Just making conversation!" Erik gently changed the subject.
Making conversation?
Rorschach could not help glancing at Erik. He did not think Erik was merely making conversation. It felt more like Erik was probing his stance on certain matters.
But Rorschach did not take it to heart.
The car continued onward at an unhurried pace. Everything remained normal.
Springfield, Ohio.
Inside a brightly lit, bustling Amusement Park.
Bradley sat listlessly at his stall like a fat orange cat basking in the sun.
"Hey, how do you play this?"
It was not until a couple appeared in front of him that he finally opened his eyes. The blonde girl stared eagerly at the light bulb before Bradley.
"It's simple. Turn off the light, and you get a prize. One dollar gives you two tries." Bradley explained the rules to her.
It sounded easy enough to win a prize, so the blonde girl immediately paid and eagerly tried to turn off the light.
Click!
She flipped the switch directly.
The light bulb remained brightly lit.
"Obviously, that won't work." The blonde girl yanked out the power plug, but the light remained on.
Now the blonde girl was a little confused.
Seeing this, her boyfriend walked over and quickly unscrewed the bulb.
But something strange happened: the light bulb still did not go out.
"Freak!"
The couple was clearly frightened. The man could not help muttering a curse before quickly pulling the blonde girl away.
"Looks like our Homelander is doing pretty well for himself, wouldn't you say, Zero?"
Amid the Amusement Park crowd, Sabretooth flashed Zero a grin that looked somewhat ferocious.
After saying that, Sabretooth strode toward Bradley.
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